No More #NoBraDay | Bras for Breast Cancer Survivors from AnaOno Intimates

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One day earlier this month, I noticed an onslaught of the #NoBraDay hashtag on twitter.  I’m sure it started out with the best intentions– maybe like denim day where I donated $5 to some charity (domestic violence maybe, or even breast cancer?) so that I could wear jeans to work.  Perhaps the original intent was that women could forgo wearing a bra for a day if they donated to some worthy charity.  But most of what I saw were the tweets of women in the breast cancer community who found such “awareness” rather offensive.  I started the day telling someone that it didn’t offend me, but I understood that many women who have gone through breast cancer found #NoBraDay pretty distasteful.  But as the day wore on, I could feel my attitude changing.  For me, everyday is #NoBraDay, and I have only breast cancer to thank for that. That tasteless hashtag began to mock me, make me feel less like a “normal” woman since I can’t wear a bra. A year ago, I was so excited to ditch my compression bra and buy a pretty new bra for my pretty new breasts.  At Nordstrom, I tried on every bra the associate brought me– it must have taken over an hour– and I still left without a bra.  It turns out that my new breasts look fine under clothes, but they aren’t the same as natural breasts, so normal bras just don’t fit right.  I continued to search– from little boutique lingerie shops to mall shops to big box stores where I could choose my own options and try on every single size.  After a few months of disappointment, I gave up.  Just last week, I tried on a shirt, but since I could see Vinnie’s masterful work peeking through the white top, I passed.  “I’d have to wear a bra,” became a whole new reason not to buy a top I loved.

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Last week, the same day I returned that white top to the rack, I came across AnaOno Intimates in an article I found on twitter.  It’s a small company started by Dana Donofree, a young breast cancer survivor who was frustrated when her plastic surgeon suggested she just wear sports bras after she’d finished her reconstructive surgeries.  Trained at Savannah College of Art and Design and having worked in the fashion industry, Dana decided to take matters into her own hands, and AnaOno Intimates was born to meet the needs of women who had gone through various surgeries for breast cancer.  I immediately headed to her website which featured bras that actually look like bras and read her promise that they would really fit me.  I was oh-so hopeful, but after trying on what had to be at least a hundred bras, I worried the small/medium/large sizing wouldn’t work for me.  I filled out the contact form expressing my concerns, and almost immediately had an email back from Dana.  She asked for my dress size and the volume of my implants and then confidently pronounced me a medium.  She could tell me the sizes of the models and even other women she’d fitted, complete with details about the volume of their implants.  I could tell she knew what she was doing, and so I was giddy as I waited fro my package to arrive.  I am now the proud owner of the first two bras shown here– the Alejandra (shown in black) and the Rachel (shown in ivory). The Rachel had been my first choice, I eagerly donned it as soon as I opened the package and wore it all day– I haven’t worn a bra all day without being completely irritated since my mastectomy.  But I just love the Alejandra– it fits like a dream and reminds me of the pretty push up bras that I used to wear what seems like another lifetime ago.  (Don’t let the website fool you, I almost missed the fact that the Alejandra has convertible straps– they can be worn criss crossed as shown or like a standard bra, which I prefer.)

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The site also features several bras that I consider sportier– still very pretty but reminiscent of a racerback sports bra.  They’re not likely to be my go-to, but for women who have had a lumpectomy or a mastectomy without reconstruction, these bras are genius. The light stretchy fabric and racerback shape makes them a great fit even when there is a substantial size difference between breasts.

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I have to admit that the ability to go without a bra is a pretty big perk (couldn’t resist the pun!) most days, but I found the inability to find a decent bra surprising and such a disappointment. I guess for as much as most women complain about it, there is something so inherently feminine about wearing a pretty bra, and I didn’t like that the option had been taken away from me. I’m so glad that now when I want to wear a pretty bra– or even just a plain white tee– I can head confidently to my lingerie drawer, knowing that I have some lovely options.

I know October is almost over, but through the end of the month, you can save 10% on your purchase at AnaOno by entering the code WARRIOR10.

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Post Chemo Pixie Grow Out | Nineteen Months and Counting

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So we are now approaching nineteen months after my last chemo.  I’ve just had another haircut, and Dragan warned me that I’m getting to a difficult stage.  “But you’re doing a great job faking it,” he reassured me. We talked about the growing out process.  He conceded that I could have just let it grow instead of coming to him faithfully every five or six weeks.  That may have been a little quicker to shoulder length, but I know I’d have hated every minute of it.  This way, I’ve had a lot of different hairstyles, but they’ve all looked intentional.  Intentional.  That one word makes a world of difference to me.  As soon as it was long enough to get cut, I never again looked like a cancer patient growing out her hair, I looked like a woman who had chosen to have a short hair cut.  (Of course, I only looked like I had made the choice, in reality, it had been made for me.)  Dragan’s encouraged me to really play with my hair and see what I can do– see how I like it.  The bottom two pics are my normal looks– more rock and roll on the left and smooth, tucked behind the ears weather girl style on the right.  I tried out the rocker style last week when I was headed into Turner’s classroom, and upon my entry, he loudly exclaimed, “It looks like you have bed head!” Um, mommy’s trying something new, sweetie.  Thanks for noticing.

I was chatting with a short-haired friend who lamented at how long my hair is getting– she really loved it short.  I told her I was growing it out, mostly for my family.  As we chatted, I had to admit that pre-cancer, I would have considered Clay’s opinion of my hair but would have likened letting the kids have a say in my hairstyle to letting them eat cookies for breakfast.  Sure, sometimes they want something, but kids don’t always make the best decisions.  I’m the adult.  It’s really only because of the cancer that I’m making that concession.  I want to be able to give them the “normal” they remember– the wife and mom with long flowing locks who didn’t have cancer.  Of course, it will be years before I have those same long locks, and by then I’ll be over forty and probably due  for the “I’m getting to old for this” chopping of the hair.  But it wasn’t until this weekend that it dawned on me– I’ll grow it as long as I can, but the next time I end up with a pixie or a faux-hawk, it will be my choice– not a necessity brought on by cancer.  And somehow, I think that small distinction will make all the difference.

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We Heart a Great Fit | Nordstrom and the Young Survival Coalition

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It’s no surprise to most of you that I’m quite a fan of Nordstrom.  Their customer service, for one, is top notch, and that’s a big deal to me.  I’ll never forget the time that the gentleman in the shoe section was tracking down a pair of shoes for me at another store since he didn’t have my size.  It was taking a long time, so Sally and I wandered over to the lingerie section and were shopping there when he finally got it all taken care of.  He came over and found me and placed my order right there, at the “unmentionables counter.” (bonus points if you can name the movie reference for that one.)

Needless to say, after my first trip to the unmentionables counter at Nordstrom, I was a convert, never to return to the land of Victoria and her secret.  The women at Nordstrom know what they’re doing, and they will make sure to get you into a bra that fits you.  This weekend, they are partnering with the Young Survival Coalition for a fitting event, and will donate a portion of the sale of certain brands (I can’t remember now, but there are several– it’s not like you have to buy that one outrageously pink bra if you want to be part of the event!) to the Young Survival Coalition, which addresses the unique needs of women who are diagnosed with breast cancer before the age of 35.  (I was barely 35 at diagnosis, but apparently, I make the cut!)

I’m pleased to be a part of the campaign for a bit on Friday morning, and will be at the Nordstrom in Tyson’s Corner.  I’ll talk to the staff there and probably stick around and answer any questions that they or any shoppers might have.  I can see where having a pink-hued bra fitting event for breast cancer might seem like just another Pinkwashing kind of thing.  But, I have learned that the “pink” opens some doors, and so it would be silly of me not to seize that teachable moment to encourage women to make smart health choices and have a better understanding of breast cancer.

So for the details: the event runs this Friday and Saturday, October 24-25.  I’ll be at the Tyson’s Corner Nordstrom starting at 10am.  Not sure how long I’ll be there, if you might stop by, let me know!

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Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness Day

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You probably all know that I’m a little weary of breast cancer awareness in general.  We are past the days of Betty Ford when the words “breast cancer” were spoken only in a whisper.  People know what breast cancer is. I think a lot of people know that because of early detection and improved treatment regimens, the outlook for women facing breast cancer is no where as grim as it once was.  It turns out, though, that all the pink and all the survivors have perhaps done the breast cancer community a bit of a disservice.  When you know far more women living after breast cancer than those whose lives have been claimed by it, it’s easy to think that it’s not such a big deal.  It’s easy to think it’s not so deadly.

And yet, there are nearly 150,000 women (and a few men, too) living right now with metastatic breast cancer.  They are in the never ending cycle of scan, treat, repeat.  That’s right, they will be undergoing breast cancer treatment for the rest of their lives. Lives that will likely be cut tragically short by breast cancer.  While only 6-10% of women present with advanced (metastatic) breast cancer, nearly 30% will likely have a recurrence, putting them into that dreaded metastatic category.  Treatment advances since the 1970s have increased the median survival time for a woman with a metastatic breast cancer diagnosis to three years, which, while not great, is at least trending in the right direction.

There are a few groups that are focused on advocating the needs and research agenda of metastatic breast cancer patients.  Monday, October 13, was Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness Day.  The Metastatic Breast Cancer Alliance, made up of twenty-nine breast cancer organizations, released a comprehensive report on the landscape of metastatic breast cancer, focusing on issues like research allocation, patient quality of life, support for metastatic patients, proper epidemiology (currently, data are not collected when a patient has a recurrence, so it is unknown the exact number of patients living with metastatic breast cancer), and public awareness about metastatic breast cancer.  (It’s a pretty heavy read, but the Executive Summary is a little more manageable.)

Instead of reiterating all that is in their summary, I thought I’d share with you a few things I learned this week.  I came across a tweet from Pfizer which had the staggering results of a survey they conducted:

pfizerI was shocked to see that 72% of people think that advanced breast cancer (by definition, that’s stage IV or metastatic disease) could be cured, and that half of those surveyed thought that it was basically a woman’s own fault if she ended up with metastatic disease. For the record, once breast cancer is considered advanced, it’s not curable.  Current treatments aim to control quality of life issues, and are considered successful if the cancer doesn’t get any worse. Maintenance without progression is the goal.  While many women can live years in this “maintenance without progression” zone, they will likely die as a result of their metastatic breast cancer.  In addition, those who progress to stage IV disease, sometimes within a few months of the cessation of treatment, sometimes more than ten years later, are not responsible for their progression. Many of that 30% had tumors that were caught early and treated aggressively.  Figuring out who will progress and why is a huge deal– a very present research need that some are beginning to address.

The other thing that I learned probably has a little something to do with those statistics.  Hopping on and off twitter on Monday, I saw a lot coming from the metastatic community.  Tweets, blog posts, chats.  My overwhelming impression was that many of these ladies feel isolated and marginalized by all the “pinkness” of October. They feel like they don’t fit in with all the messages of hope, knowing that they face the reality they will not “conquer” their disease.  They have an understandable urgency for mets-focused research, and many find awareness for awareness’ sake just plain offensive.  They’re not so much interested in all those #SaveSecondBase, #TouchYourTaTas, or #NoBraDay campaigns. They want people to understand that metastatic breast cancer claims nearly 40,000 lives every year, and more research money needs to find a way to stop it.

I was touched by the passion of these women to educate and advocate, knowing that their lives will be cut short by breast cancer.  Again, this seems like a time when a little selfishness is in order.  Yet they argue with passion for research money that will doubtfully be able to save their lives.  They write, chat, and speak in public in between chemo appointments or based on the schedule of when they’ll be feeling their “best.” Surely they deserve our utmost respect during a month that many women who’ve been through breast cancer, either in active treatment or with no evidence of disease, find so very difficult.

 Images via MBCN and Pfizer

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The DC Ladies Interview

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Do you read the DC Ladies? It’s a fun lifestyle blog for women, by women, in the DC area.  I love their tagline: the most fabulous women in the most powerful city. So I feel just a little fabulous today to be featured on their site.  It’s my first online interview, and I think they did a great job with it.  Shelley’s questions pushed me to think about things in a different way, so even faithful readers here will probably learn something new, and it is such a privilege to share my story with a new group of readers.  Check it out, and enjoy your holiday Monday!

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Breast Cancer Awareness at the Pentagon | Recap #2

After the morning’s fun un-run, I headed to the Pentagon Athletic Center with a big crew from the clinic to shower and get ready to face the day.  I just love the camaraderie of a bunch of women getting ready together.  There are no pretenses– everyone can complain about their hair as they blow it out, there’s always someone with an eyebrow pencil if you’ve forgotten yours…  After a quick breakfast and a little break, we headed over to the Pentagon Conference Center where I gave my first talk of the day.  Of course, getting my talk from the laptop (which is maybe the oldest laptop I’ve ever seen!) to the screen was a bit of a challenge.  I think it took five of us to figure it out, and the conference center tech guy basically gave up and left us to our own devices before we figured it out.  Somehow it wouldn’t be a power point presentation if there wasn’t a problem with the projector.  (Those who know me well might know that I have a bit of a thing with fonts, so of course they were carefully chosen.  And of course the super old computer didn’t have the same font set, so I ended up with a few things in a rather pirate-y font.  Awesome. I’m sure I didn’t obsess over that and mention it in my talk at least four or five times.)  Once we got it going and I got over the pirate font, it went well.  The talk was open to anyone at the Pentagon, and I was privileged to have the senior staff from the clinic and the head of the Breast Care Center at Fort Belvoir and her chief nurse in the audience, too.  It was a diverse audience, but I think I managed to keep everyone engaged, and there was a great discussion afterwards.

DSC_0005In the break before heading out to the courtyard, I had lunch with the ladies from the Breast Care Center at Fort Belvoir. It was so interesting to share perspectives on patient care, and it was a unique dynamic– since she wasn’t my breast surgeon, I enjoyed being able to talk to Dr. Williams as more of a colleague than in the normal doctor/patient relationship.

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The courtyard event was fun, it was filled with people in pink who were eager to share their own stories.  It was a privilege to speak with so many men and women.

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And then I see this picture.  That’s me, standing on the stage in the courtyard of the Pentagon, being introduced to the crowd by the director of the clinic.  Craziness. I don’t get nervous, and feel like I’m taking it all in stride, but then sometimes I just realize– this is a big deal!

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I gave a quick talk, a little about me and a little about how to reduce your risk of breast cancer where you can and the importance of regular screenings before encouraging everyone to join me for a walk or head out on the three mile run that we skipped that morning.

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We encouraged everyone to walk for twenty minutes.  You know, for their health.  We’ll just not talk about the fact that each lap went through the designated smoking area.  Little victories, you know? ;)

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Oh, and did I forget to mention that I got a major award? OK, that might be overselling it a tad, but I did get a lovely framed certificate lauding my contribution the the Pentagon’s Second Annual Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign and a commander’s coin from COL Pina. Very cool.  If I ever get a real job with a real office, you can be sure that bad boy is going on the wall!

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But really the best part of the day? I got to know some great people.  The clinic staff were such lovely hosts and made me feel like a VIP and part of the crew at the same time.  I spoke with several women who either were going through treatment for breast cancer or who had faced it in their past.  We traded stories and bonded in a way that’s becoming so familiar to me.  Karen tells me that she’s gotten great feedback since the event, and one of the women we talked to has even already stopped by the Fit to Win program at the clinic to start on a more proactive survivorship wellness plan.

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It was such a privilege to get to be a part of a breast cancer awareness campaign that I truly felt made a difference.  There was pink, yes, but I really feel like there was a conscious effort to embrace the teachable moment that the pink provided.  I was able to share some proactive steps a woman can take to reduce her risk of breast cancer, and I was able to incorporate some of the recent data that mammograms are catching cancers earlier.  But I was also able to use my time to remind everyone that there are no guarantees, and despite all the talk of risk reduction, early detection, and even my smile and healthy appearance, nearly 40,000 women will die of breast cancer this year. With so many healthy survivors, it can be easy to gloss over the fact that breast cancer is a serious disease. And while October, in all its pink glory, can get a bad reputation for ignoring the hard parts of breast cancer– the suffering through treatment, what it’s like to live with metastatic disease, the lives it claims– I felt like my October day at the Pentagon was well spent.

Thanks to Natalie at the clinic for the images of the day’s events.
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Cancer Vixen | Breast Cancer Book Review

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When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, several well meaning friends and family members gave me breast cancer books.  They were such thoughtful gifts, and I really did appreciate each one.  They were mostly the kind of books that had soft images of flowers on the front, they were probably really touching, inspirational, and encouraging.  I’m not sure because I only read (most of) one of them.  Somehow they didn’t scream “entertainment,” and that’s a pretty important component of any book that’s going to hold my attention long enough to finish it.

The day I had my head shaved, I first met the woman I consider my “cancer mentor.” She had finished treatment about six months before, and had tips, advice, and could commiserate over pretty much anything I wanted to discuss.  She has a great sense of humor, so when she suggested a book, I was all in.  Cancer Vixen didn’t disappoint.  It’s hilarious, a little irreverent, and so very true.  Any time a book has a magnification of little green cancer cells giving you the finger and mentions several new MAC lipstick shades I need to try, I think it’s a win. There were so many things to which I could relate.  It’s like it’s the book I would have written.  If I were an artist.  A funny artist.  A funny artist living a fabulous life in New York City.

I didn’t really want to read anything insightful, heartfelt, or inspiring.  I wanted to commiserate with a funny friend who knew just what I was going through.  Plus, anytime I can think of myself as some sort of super hero, and a vixen to boot, well, that’s a good thing.

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Lessons Learned at North Parking | Breast Cancer Awareness at the Pentagon

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Early morning PT, that’s the Pentagon behind the group to the left.

When I got a call the last week in August from my friend, Karen, she had just started as Nurse Educator with the Fit to Win program at the Pentagon health clinic, and she had just over a month to help put together a breast cancer awareness event.  It has been a work in progress for most of the month, but I consider myself an easy going person, so I’m fine to go with the flow if the details change.  (foreshadowing alert!) The whole day was a great experience, but I’m waiting on pictures from Natalie, the day’s official photographer, so we’ll start the recaps with the early morning fitness routine, since I managed to grab a quick photo of that.

The general premise of the day had always been perfect for me.  I would join the clinic staff for their monthly RUN, head inside the Pentagon Athletic Center to shower and put on some LIPSTICK, and then give a couple of talks about breast cancer and CHEMO.  Run, lipstick, chemo.  Like the day was made for me.

After agreeing enthusiastically, I got a little nervous.  I was intimidated to run with all those military types– I run, but I’m not fast. Karen reassured me, it’s just a three mile run to the Lincoln Memorial and back, and the first half they run all together at a 12 minute pace. I can do that.  I was ready.

Imagine my surprise (shock, horror?) when the gentleman in charge of the o-dark thirty festivities, whose arms and legs resembled tree trunks, announced that we would not be running. Instead we would do something “fun.” Twenty minutes of army PT followed by fun relays. Gulp. I was a good sport, managed not to totally humiliate myself, and was, quite frankly, thankful for having had a mastectomy, which gave me an easy out from all the push ups.  Man, they do a LOT of push ups.  I decided to do sit ups instead to show that I was a “team player,” but did opt out of the bear crawl relay with a few others recovering from recent surgeries.  It was fun, and I even learned a few things:

  • They do a LOT of push ups.
  • Sit ups on an asphalt parking lot hurt.  If you position your spine along the parking space stripe, it’s not quite as uncomfortable.
  • Running short distance relays where you turn and go back (suicide style, at least that’s what we called it in middle school) works out a totally different group of muscles than “normal” running or body pump classes.
  • Doing upwards of 200 sit ups on an asphalt parking lot (even on the stripes) will leave you with bruises along your spine. You may wonder if you should blog this, not wanting any of the push uppers to make fun of you later. Secretly, though, you may consider your bruised spine a badge of honor.
  • Did I mention they do a LOT of push ups?
  • Being a VIP has its privileges– when they picked teams for the relays, I got picked first!
  • Most sets consist of ten of each exercise, and as they count off, after nine comes not ten, but one-zero.
  • Sometimes they do more than “one-zero,” in which case everyone (except the random civilian) knows to stop because of the tone of Mr. Tree Trunk’s voice. Said random civilian gets an extra workout by doing two extra jumping jacks before stopping like everyone else.

Intimidating as it seemed, I know that they were taking it easy on me. (I was a lot more sore from the body pump class full of ladies that I took earlier in the week!)  But they didn’t act like they were taking it easy on me, they let me feel like I was totally hanging with them, and they had great team spirit– lots of cheering on those relays for everyone. They made me feel completely welcome and it was a pleasure spending the day with them. And stay tuned, there are more stories to tell!

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Early Morning Reflections

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You know when you’re at a shopping mall and you’re looking for the directory and all you can find is those signs with the ever-changing ads? I guess after the kids thought Daddy worked at a mall the first time we visited him there, it shouldn’t surprise me that the Pentagon has those same signs.  But this week, my face will float by that screen for ten seconds at a time!  So cool.

Yesterday I got to meet a lot of people at the clinic, and had a nice time speaking to the nurses after a yummy lunch.  I even got to chat with one woman nearing the end of her reconstruction process, and as always, it was like we were old friends, bonding over our common experiences.

As I sit waiting to form up for this morning’s run, I am in awe of the fact that I get to do this! I’m sure some people are used to this type of thing, but the idea of being a “VIP” with my face plastering the walls of such a high profile building kind of makes me giggle. I definitely feel like this is another instance of God getting everything ready before I knew what was even going on.

But that’s probably enough reflection for now. I’m starting to see people show up, I should probably stretch so I don’t injure myself somewhere between the Pentagon and the Lincoln Memorial. At least running with the Pentagon clinic staff, I know I’ll be in good hands even if I do!

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Red vs. Pink | Baseball and Breast Cancer Awareness

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I did don my Cardinals jersey this afternoon as the redbirds clinched the pennant, but the lead up to October has been a bit different this year.  Instead of baseball and all things red, I’ve been reading all my brain can handle on breast cancer and I actually bought a pink dress.

I’m starting off October with a bang– four events in two days!  I’m so honored to be working with the DiLorenzo TRICARE Health Clinic at the Pentagon for their Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign. The overarching goal of each of the events is to encourage women to maintain a healthy lifestyle to reduce their risk of breast cancer and to remind women that early detection through screening saves lives.  This Friday is my big day, which starts at 0530 with a run with the military staff at the clinic.  For you non-military types, 0530 corresponds roughly to oh-dark thirty, which is to say, 5:30.  AM.  And I will likely be the only civilian. No pressure there. After a quick shower, I’ll throw on my new pink dress and give a talk that’s open to anyone at the Pentagon, sharing a little about myself and some friendly tips for patients, survivors, caregivers, and providers.  I’ll have another quick breather before the big event in the courtyard of the Pentagon, where I’ll reinforce the themes of the day and kick off a walk around the courtyard.  Representatives from the Breast Health Centers from Walter Reed and Ft. Belvoir will be there to answer any questions and encourage women to set up screening appointments.  That will wrap up my day, and while I’m sure I’ll want one desperately, I’ll bet there won’t be time for a nap before I have to head to the bus stop to pick up the kiddos.  I’ll also be heading over a couple of other times to give the nursing staff a patient’s perspective and to share some of the recent news from breast cancer research and clinical studies with the clinic’s doctors.

I was definitely a bit nervous when we started talking about all that would be going on this week.  But then I realized this is exactly the kind of thing that I want to be doing.  I’ll be bridging a gap between scientists, patients, and physicians. It’s a lot all at once, but I feel like this is something that God has really worked out for me.  It’s all right here, I just need to prepare and go for it.  I’m ready.  Three out of four talks are finished, I’ve been faithfully running, and I am now the owner not only of a pink dress, but also a pink running shirt.  Thankfully, the Cardinals are once again vying for a World Series spot, so I’ll get to rock my red, but this year, there will be a healthy dose of pink thrown in there, too.

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